Breaking Point
Tahir stood in front of Alaric, the air thick with tension. His eyes were cold, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the vampire in front of him. Alaric's defiance was evident, but Tahir was unfazed.
"I haven't tortured a vampire before," Tahir said casually, almost as if he were commenting on a mundane task. "I'm sure it'll be fun." He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing in the silent room. "I'll start with breaking all five fingers. Don't worry, you won't die. I have enough blood to continuously heal you over and over, as needed."
Alaric sneered, his eyes flickering with arrogance. "You'll get nothing from me."
Tahir stepped forward, his movement fluid and precise. He grabbed Alaric's hand, pinning it against the cold stone of the cell wall. The vampire's struggles were futile. Tahir's grip was unyielding.
"Let's start with the thumb," Tahir said, his voice low, almost detached.
